What is it?
I say ‘it’s very simple, it’s not what you say, it’s the way that you say it’.
If words themselves could do it,
They would’ve done it, by now,
The oceans of sounds uttered and written would’ve brought Shangrila here, at everyone’s bidding.
So, what’s missing?
Connection with Source,
Of course.
Empty words are useless
Trans-teams of sentences, reams
Of calamities
Terrible niceties in Oxbridge solemnities
Political soliloquy
According nothing, recording nothing, discording everything.

My words are a living magister,
philosophers stone
Evident in every thing of them
Tumbling fecund falls of lighting
Waiting
Patiently
Possibly
For the fighting of time to drop
Your defences just long enough
To touch your heart …….
In Surah Rahman –
Now which of the bounties of your Lord will you deny
Now which of the bounties of your Lord will you deny
Now which of the bounties of your Lord will you deny?